brick by brick

“Why are you whining so much?” She looked towards him. “Honestly, I don’t even want to get high if you’re just gonna sit there and mope.”

Good day, Cordelia. I’ll see you around.” 

“I’m not gonna waste my best on you, Davey, dear. You still have to make money? How sad. Wonder how that’s like.”

“Cause I’m afraid you’re faltering, babe. Oh? What about being kidnapped.. I wonder what that feels like.” 

“Well, you say that now…until you start, and then get super fucked up.” she rummaged through the drawers until she found what she was looking for. “I’m taking Xanax, I need to chill the fuck out.” 

“Don’t give me a lesson like I don’t know what I’m doing,” he said getting up and walking towards the other couch, collapsing and putting his arm over his head. “Good for you.” 

“Well if you’re not going to get high with me, then what’s the point?” 

“Eh, I’ll have whatever your having. You’re picking. I won’t have a lot though,” he shrugged.

“Takes one to know one, right?”

“What, you buy a comeback book and pick the first one it gave you. Please do not bore me, Cordelia. My time is money.” 

“Now that’s a level of stupid I’d never reach.”

“Never reach? You’ve always been stupid.” 

Bellamy followed him up through the fancy building, until they reached the top floor. He always had to be the best at everything, even on the best floor. She sat next to him, “Thank you.” 

“Can you just say whatever snappy Davey-classic thing you want so I can leave?”

“And here I was thinking you’d want to stay.”

She shrugged, “Life must be so hard for poor, Davey.” Bellamy looked out the window, “God, you’re a fucking buzzkill.” The car approached the curb and she got out after paying the driver. “Let’s go.” 

“Jesus you’re in a fucking mood,” she huffed. “I can’t wait to get high, so you can lighten the fuck up.” The two sat in the cab as it pulled away from the curb. 

“Don’t be pissy,” she teased, taking his arm and pulling him towards the sidewalk. She haled a cab, and swiftly got in. “You comin’?”

I was trying to make conversation. But obviously, you’re not in the talking mood.

What could you possibly make conversation about with me? 

Are you always this grumpy? I feel bad for your friends.

Trying to hurt my feelings, little girl? It won’t work. Now fuck off.